Woof! Is there any question as to why every EMAW who passed by decided not to "Meet their friends at Kite's?"
Anyway, I was walking home from the rec (like to get that extra cardio) and saw a Ford Windstar full of Bisons. A group of 5, 3 dudes two chicks, all fatties except the one skinny dude sitting in the middle of the two chicks in the middle seat. They were stopped at a stoplight on Denison and heading south. The balding dork who was driving rolls down his window.
"Uhh, co-could you tell me how to get to Aggie's Ville," he said in his south-canadian voice.
I calmly walk over, friendly smile on my face, but as I get the the window of the vehicle the smell flipped a switch in me. I reached in grabbed him by his balding head and slammed it repeatedly into his steering wheel and the window frame of the door. Then I whipped out my junk and took a long, steaming leak on the front driver's-side tire of his van.
Then I did this
, tipped my hat to his friends, and told them "Welcome to Manhattan. Go Cats."
